"Honored seniors, is there no other way? So long as there is even a sliver of hope of bringing you home, I am willing to try."
Xu Taiping gripped his saber hilt tightly, his expression deeply conflicted as he looked at the phantoms formed from the Martial Gods' Primordial Spirits before him.
Though time was pressing, he had never intended to deal with Goshu Miu at such a cost.
After all, ever since he first learned that Goshu Miu had sealed them away, he had wanted to one day bring home these seniors who had fought for a sliver of survival for Mysterious Wasteland Heaven.
Especially now that he had the ability to do so, he was all the more unwilling to abandon them here.
"Young friend Xu Taiping."
At that moment, Dugu Ye, the Thousand-Armed Martial God of Mysterious Wasteland Heaven, stepped forward and looked at Xu Taiping with a composed smile. "Thank you for coming this far for Mysterious Wasteland Heaven, for this homeland of mine."
"Perhaps there is a better way, but there is certainly no faster way, nor any other way that can vent the fury we have amassed over hundreds and thousands of years!"
At this, Dugu Ye turned to look back at the Golden Bell, then continued, his gaze cold and fierce, "We want to see him die. We want to see the Nine Abysses, which plotted all this behind the scenes, fly into a humiliated rage when its schemes are shattered!"
Then he turned back, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Xu Taiping.
"Rather than cling to life and live forever, we would sooner die without regrets!"
With that, he once again cupped his fist toward Xu Taiping and declared with stirring resolve:
"Young friend Taiping, grant us death!"
At these words, Zhu Kaishan